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Maybe hangin’ with that Walker trash has rubbed off on her after all. ”
That was it. Zeke saw the haze of red that descended over his eyes. Before he could hold back the impulse, adrenaline surged through his veins. His fist flew, collided with Jonesy’s rock- hard jaw, and sent the other man careening into the side of the building.
Jonesy was a bull of a man. The hit that took him by surprise wasn’t the only one it would take to make him realize who was the top dog in Rogue’s life. Zeke would rather kill him, hell, he’d rather lock him up and see him suffer, but he knew Rogue would never stand for it.
That meant going at it man to man.
The fight that ensued was one of the hardest fistfights Zeke had been in, possibly in his life. Jonesy’s fists were like hams and slammed into flesh like bricks. Zeke’s kidneys took a bruising and if Zeke wasn’t mistaken, Jonesy may have lost a tooth.
“You bastard!” Jonesy cursed when his fist missed Zeke’s jaw.
A second later a strangled, “Fuck you!” tore from Jonesy’s lips as Zeke kicked him back against the cement wall of the bar.
Jonesy’s nose was bleeding, his lips were split, there was a cut beneath his eye, and he was holding his stomach where Zeke had landed a hard kick only moments before.
Jonesy surged away from the wall. This time, his broad fist connected with Zeke’s jaw, throwing him back as stars exploded before his eyes for precious seconds. It gave Jonesy the opening he needed to slam another fist into his kidneys and another hard right to his jaw.
Zeke buried his fist in Jonesy’s gut, threw him back, slammed his fist into his stomach again, his jaw, and another to his kidneys.
The bartender went to his knees, coughing, wheezing as he held his stomach.
“Touch her again, and next time, you’ll spend time behind bars,” Ze
ke warned him, his own breathing rough, tearing in his chest as he dragged Jonesy up by the torn collar of his shirt and threw him back up against the wall. “Do you understand me, Jonesy?”
“I didn’t hurt her,” Jonesy coughed roughly. “I wouldn’t hurt Rogue. ”
“Do you understand me?” He slammed Jonesy’s head against the wall. “Answer me, damn you. ”
“I wouldn’t hurt her. ”
“I said you don’t touch her again. Ever,” Zeke snarled.
“I don’t know about you, Zeke, but I think he understands now. ”
Zeke froze at the sound of Rogue’s voice behind him. He could feel his stomach tighten now with a sense of dread. Hell, she was supposed to be at home asleep.
“We’re fucked,” Jonesy wheezed out a whisper, his eyes widening as he stared back at Zeke. “Shit. Damn. She’s gonna de-ball us. ”
“Let him go, Zeke. ” Her voice was soft, the enunciation of each word carefully precise.
Zeke eased his grip on Jonesy’s shirt, grimaced, and once again met Jonesy’s gaze.
“Stay out of this,” he warned the bartender softly.
“Way out. ” Jonesy nodded quickly. “So far out I’m just a memory. ”
This was bad and Zeke knew it. He clenched his teeth, exhaled, then turned to face the wrath of Rogue.
A cab was pulling out of the parking lot behind her. She stood there, dressed in the leather skirt she had worn the night before and his white shirt. The shirt hung below the skirt and made the black platform heels look even more wicked than they had before.
“You’re supposed to be at the house,” he said, keeping his voice firm, even. “I left you there for a reason. ”
She looked around him where the entrance door to the bar slammed closed behind Jonesy. Jonesy was running like a rat off a sinking ship.
“So you could beat up my friend?” Anger glittered in her eyes and flushed her face as she moved slowly toward him, each step slow and careful.
Wild, waist-length red gold curls swirled around her in the early dawn light. Violet eyes glittered with fury in her pale face.
